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The moment pisukisa punched heren, the outer layers of his skin distintigrated and exploded causing the blood to splatter at supersonic speed, spreading like liquid bullets that destroyed any tree close by and sending the breton fly backwards at a speed close to the light, causing him to start nuclear fission when impacti ng with the air molecules in his path and, upon hitting the hideout of thr baddies that coicidentally was in his path, ending in a nuclear explosion that erased any life in a ten kilometers radius, thus ending the rp prematurely.

No, it wasn't op
I was about to suggest that. Go ahead
That would be neat stryder
Just saying, I have no plans of abandoning this rp. I might not post much, but I want to continue this
"Oh one last thing"

Before the nord girl could leave the place she was interrupted by the noble Yeomsley

"They also took my account book. Not really as important as my holy amulet, but I would appreciate if you could retrieve it for me as well, I would gladly pay you a generous extra"

Pisukisa mounted the horse faster than the bretons predicted and off she ran to the forest. A few minutes later she was caught once again by Heren who said

"Where were you going? You need to know where the robbery occurred at least. I'll show you, since we are already close to the place."

Thus, the girl was guided to a path in the forest, quite unused, it wasn't very surprising to see why bandits would use this place for an ambush since it was rather hidden and separated from views of the main road. When they arrived they were greeted by sic people jumping of a tree and menacing them with daggers and axes

"Choose: your money or your life"

Both Pisukisa and Heren were still on their horses, but their scape route seemed difficult without getting the animals injured. Heren maneuvered his horse to get close to the girl and whispered

"For f*cks sake, I don't have anything to give them, what do we do?"
Of course, upon listening to the girl saying that some "Teresa" had been teaching how to make necklaces with daedric symbols the knight Caoldi had to ask imediately

"Where is this Teresa?"

"I don't know, she comes to the village once a month or so, but she actually lives in a place that she calls Kikus, or Kiker, or something..."

"KIKOS!?"

"Yes! Exactly that"


Blessed be the divines, finally the knights have gotten a lead of the witches's coven, and if this girl knew where was it they could go and raid the heretics.

"Monk, in case you don't know, the Kikos are a group of witches that we have been looking for. They are the ones involved in the daedra summoning and rituals and because of that we would appreciate your help in this matter. With taht said, and if your pilgrimage is too important, I recommend you to go to the temple that I mentioned, they will be able to help a Mara worshiper such as you"
The Bosmer flinched, he was actually going to show the young argonian a dusty tome of dwemer origin, but maybe such explorer would find it boring, considering that the book talked about crops and such. Followed by Ajax, the elder entered the fourth house, then he lit up a candle and he show him the way downstairs to a humonguous storage room that was litten by windows on the ceiling of trans lucid crystal.

"Here is my collection and the items of my trade. I have almost everything: weapons, armor, potions, scrolls, gold, silver and an interesting substance made from synthesized moon sugar that some khajits sold me, among other things. But what you might want is this

Around one corner the collection of items turned into a zoo. A subterranean farm and jails filled with things ranging from pigs and goats to one with a white tiger. The Bosmer stopped in front of a jail with some camels, all of them looking young and healthy and said

"If you want to cross the dessert you'll absolutely need one of these, so lets talk about business"

The argonian heard voices down the corridor for a brief moment and looking up he saw a heavy metal door enclosed on a wall that looked like a jail door

"Oh, that door caught your attention? I don't mind but I doubt you'll find it interesting anyway"

Of course, nothing would impede Ajax to take a peek if he wanted to
Ditto that
where did the rest of the people go?
When the rogue Pisukisa entered the room she was greeted by M.r Yeomsley, a bretom around his middle 50s with noticeable baldness and dressed in elegant clothes. The breton jumped to the opposite wall, scared of the woman and from the wall he retrieved an ornamental jeweled short sword and pointed it at the girl while he shouted

"Who are you? Why are you here? You won't get anything more from me!"

However, just before the noble could call the guards, Heren busted into the room without breath and said

"Fear, uf, uf, uf, fear not, sir Alabistair. This is, uf uf, the woman I told you about, the one that will solve your problem, sir

Yeomsley dropped the sword and relaxed, "why did she entered like that? Oh for the love of..." He stood up and he talked solemnly

"Miss Pisukisa, there is one task that, from what I've heard, you are highly qualified to accomplish. Some hours ago, when the sun was rising, I was arriving at the city with such bad luck that I was assaulted by a group of bandits. I wouldn't have minded them taking the money I had with me, since it was a meaner amount of 30 coins, but the ruffians had the guts to rob me of my holy amulet. A mememto of my death father, an irreplaceable twinkle that I just adore"

The noble paused for a moment to make a dramatic expression that represented his sadness. He would make a horrible actor

"That's why I need someone who knows the way in the forest and can track the bandits back to their hideout, I would be willing to pay you a generous amount of gold if you could bring it back to me. Would you accept?
Yodrick raised two fingers, making a peace sing.

"Two. Me... and... you. If you don't count the ones that potentially won't be."

Yodrick spoke slowly and quietly, he grabbed the beer of his deceased companion and drank from it while he looked around. The rest of the nords were already in rooms sleeping.

"You got the wrong impression, Rusalka, your part is not to find the girl in this poster and help me hunt her. Any of these guys could help me with that and I can do it myself nowlatterifyouwantedIwouldgladlyacceptyourhelpbutthatnotthepointfornow AJEM! I needed these guys to arrive at Anticlere safely, but now that I'm here I don't need them no more and I don't feel like sharing the reward for the capture of this woman with them anymore. They do no trust me, which nord trust a magician anyway? And that's what I need from you.

The nord with black hair and green eyes emptied the jar before continuing

"Kill these nords for me, one by one, without being caught. Each of them carries around 500 gold coins, consider it your payment."
"Oh, a scholar? I must admit I had a wrong impression about scholars, I though all of them were boring magicians surrounded by books and who never stepped out of their room"

The Bosmer stretched and with his cane he hit his own legs, which suddendly seemed to get stronger and healthier

"Adamantium cane imbued with the Feet of Notorgo spell. Wonderful for an old man like me. I'm a merchant and a water seller. Unlike other merchants I do not travel around, instead, caravans arrive at my place and pay me to let them use my well and I buy their items to then resell to other caravans, I have been here for quite some years now, I rememver when I arrived as the servant of the previous owner of this place.

The bosmer moved outside with recovered strenght and made a sign to the argonian to follow him

"Come. If you are a scholar as you say you are perhaps you would like to see something in my collection"
The redguard girl talked again, this time more calmed, as the soathing voice of Alfgore seemed to be reassuring

"All the girls in the village have them. But it was Teresa the one who appeared with one first. Everyone though it was pretty and she taught us how to make them."
Wow, what happened?
One of the redguard knights was starting to say "How dare you interupt official business of our knight order without being asked?" But he was interrupted by Caoldi. The monk seemed trustworthy and certainly the opinion of religious, a daedric exorcist and by the looks a experienced one at that wasn't out of place, looking at the circumstances. With that said, Caoldi looked at the girl and prompted her to speak, who did so among sobs and tears.

"I... I made this with some friends. We do not have money for pendants, jewels and necklaces, so we make our own out of strings. I'm telling the truth sir.

Suspicious, Caoldi though. As far as she knew she had never heard of such craftmanship tradition, not to me tion the probability of hidden symbolism. But she would listen to what the monk had to say
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